People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 140 Tortoise Shell Formation

This is a viewing corridor.

On the side, there are patches of Saracens-style arched windows.

On the wall at the end of the corridor hangs a huge tapestry depicting "the scene of Leonard leading the charge of the knights in the Battle of Mongiza" drawn on linen with colored wool.

Between the four load-bearing pillars, there are thin gauze curtains.

There was a gentle breeze, and no one would have imagined that there would be such a cool place in the holy land known for its extreme heat.

Fringira sat on the deck chair and gnawed a bright red apple.

Banruo holds a quill pen, sometimes thinking, sometimes writing quickly-Lothar encouraged her to try to write an original novel of her own, and she did.

Lothar sat on the chair on the other side, and through the arched window, he could clearly see the gurgling stream flowing from the fountain in the garden below.

Here is Leonard's estate in Hebron.

But now it belongs to Count Lothar.

The lord's hall is just a different name for the castle. Even if it was built with comfort in mind, it can only rank second at best.

Clothing officer Andreas was standing in front of Lothar, listening to Earl Lothar's teachings.

"What's the use of persuading pagans to convert? Do you understand the fanaticism of converts? If you don't understand, you will understand when you submit a certificate of honor? And it's for the sake of being famous as a teacher."

"Converting the pagans is a feat worth mentioning. I plan to let Uldin take some gold and silver treasures and go to the Pope's city to manage after he has made some achievements."

Lothar crossed his legs and explained in detail.

Andreas was a little puzzled: "But, if we killed Hussein, wouldn't it make the Saracens fear us?"

"Ha, it's not like the Egyptians built the pyramids for someone, not to mention that the treatment I give is higher than those Saracen heads."

Lothar emphasized: "Don't think of pagans or Saracens as monoliths. You have to know that Saracens, like the Franks, are a regional name. The Kurds and the Turks are so out of their minds." Even if it's just people from different tribes, they still have hatred for each other."

"Moreover, in order to avoid the situation you mentioned, I also deliberately selected Hussein as a 'typical'. Don't worry, his death will contribute more to the entire world than his life."

Andreas came to a sudden: "I understand. In this way, you and the majority of heathen farm laborers are the beneficiaries, and only people like Hussein are the victims-but their will is not important anymore."

"Yes."

Lothar really hopes to train Andreas, a garment maker, into a government talent. He does have such a talent, and he can see a lot of things.

Lothar remembered one more thing and asked, "By the way, how is the public toilet built?"

The construction of public toilets can not only prevent the plague, but also store the fertilizer needed to increase food production.

Although in this era, some people have the idea that composting manure to grow food is inedible and disgusting, but this is not something ordinary people need to consider.

It's good enough for them to fill their stomachs.

Andreas thought for a moment, then replied: "The three public toilets in the northern part of the city have been completed, and within a week at the latest, the public toilets will be able to cover the entire Hebron."

"Paid Moder and his city guards to inform everyone in the city in Gaul, Germanic, Arabic, and Kurdish that starting next week, everyone is not allowed to defecate at will, especially the waste water such as feces is prohibited. , dumped into the river, the former is fined five copper coins, the latter ten."

Andreas nodded and said, "But what if the other party can't pay the fine?"

Lothar thought for a moment, then said: "Then let him be whipped ten times in full view of the public with his butt naked - don't beat too hard, the purpose of punishment is secondary, the main purpose is to guide."

As a time traveler, he is well aware of the horror of the plague.

Moreover, even if the plague is not considered, he doesn't want to step on human and animal feces every time he travels.

Hernusborg, Cypron village.

Hussars have blocked the entrance and exit of the entire village.

Jean Na led the remaining veterans, and casually looked at the spacious and tall Saracens-style building in front of them. This is the mansion where Hussein lived.

In order to avoid the suspicion of the lord, although Hussein's mansion is spacious and luxurious, it is not the kind of strong fortress-style building.

The remaining veterans, or elite city guards, held large square shields with the logo of a double-headed eagle, lined up in a tight square formation, and waited in front of the mansion.

50 people, which happened to form a half century.

"In your language, order Hussein to surrender immediately. If you resist, no one will be left behind!"

A hussar pushed and shoved a captured robber, telling him to speak out.

The door of the mansion was closed and there was no response.

"It seems that we are going to fight to the end."

Jeanne smiled: "Get ready for battle, soldiers!"

At this time, from the two forks in the village, there were bursts of shouts and killings.

The next moment, a group of serfs rushed out with dung forks and door panels in their hands. Led by some soldiers in black scale armor, they rushed towards the remaining veterans howling.

On the roofs on both sides, there were also Saracens with bows and arrows.

"Turtle Formation!"

The centurion appointed by Model shouted.

The remaining veterans immediately raised the square shields in their hands, forming an inseparable "phalanx". Each square shield was pieced together, only the legs and the head were exposed.

The arrows hit the shield, but they couldn't do anything to them.

The enemy leader was stunned for a moment, seeing the serfs who had been tricked by lies one by one, rushed to the edge of the shield wall and showed timidity, not daring to take a step forward.

"Follow me and kill these damn Franks!"

Anxious in his heart, he yelled, relying on a layer of chain mail shirt inside the scale armor, raised a round shield and directly hit the shield wall of the city guard.

The city guard's dagger pierced him without pain or itching, but he was knocked back again and again by the opponent's huge force.

The soldiers in the front chatted loudly for a while, and immediately withdrew the shields in front of them. The soldiers in the back row pulled the enemy leader in through the gap, pulled off the helmet, stabbed him with the short sword, and easily dealt with him.

Someone yelled: "Cut off their exposed legs."

But it turned out to be a fool's tactic, and their weapons had a hard time killing the remaining veterans in their chain leggings.

Moreover, when they bent down to attack, the shield that was supposed to be used for defense would suddenly fall from top to bottom and hit their heads.

The tortoise shell formed by the remaining veterans is simply a mixture of a tortoise and a hedgehog.

Although there were many enemies rushing up, they were unable to cause any harm to the remaining veterans at all. After fighting for so long, the enemy died all over the place, but the remaining veterans did not suffer any casualties.

Hussein, who was standing on the roof, had an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Damn, how is this possible!"

"Don't I know what these city guards are? Bad gamblers, whores, liars, thieves, blackmailers... They just changed their equipment, and they are so powerful?"

If he didn't know the basics of this city guard army, how could he have the idea of ​​taking the initiative to attack?

"My lord, what should we do now?"

"How to do?"

Hussein's face was gray and defeated: "Only, I can only stick to it."

Because he only robbed brothers of the same clan and Jewish merchants, his reputation was almost rotten to the extreme. Where would anyone support him?
As for the vassals of Lothar, naturally they would not take such a big risk to support a pagan tycoon who only gave them not many gifts every year.

"I want to hide and can't come out."

Jeanna ordered the hussars to pursue the fleeing enemies, and then raised the holy spear in her hand.

"Your servant is carrying a siege weapon."

The holy spear in Jeanna's hand began to condense infinite brilliance, even at noon, when the sun was the most blazing, it still gave people a dazzling feeling.

The next moment, accompanied by a loud noise.

The closed door of the mansion was blasted open.

The centurion shouted: "Follow the eagle flag, charge with me!"

The tortoise shell spread out, and the remaining veterans rushed into the mansion like a tide.

The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of iron collisions, and the screams can be heard endlessly.

Jeanna sat on the back of the Akhalteke horse "Grape", with a bored expression on her face: "It was really a boring battle, and it was interesting before we wiped out those gangs of bandits."

The outcome of the battle was doomed from the beginning.

Lothar sent fifty remaining veterans and twenty hussars. Such a force was used to deal with a "landlord", which was like cannonballing mosquitoes.

But he doesn't feel bad.

The elite must be practiced.

It is also good for them to better accept the combat experience of the "remaining veterans" by experiencing more low-intensity battles.

(End of this chapter)